Mmm, there's a light spilling under the door Mmm, there's a phone coming up through the floor I know you've explained all the rules to the game Mmm, but I don't wanna play anymore I'm losing my days, I'm losing my nights It's part of the aging process I'm losing my left, I'm losing my right My memory strains to hold this I'm losing my will, I'm losing my fight I'm pretty punched up but that's alright I'm telling myself it's gonna be fine It's beaten better people than me There's a fire rising up in my throat There's a man with a hand in his coat I know what you'd like is my head on a spike But I wanna be in on the joke I'm losing my days, I'm losing my nights It's part of the aging process I'm losing my left, I'm losing my right My memory strains to hold this I'm losing my will, I'm losing my fight I'm pretty punched up but that's alright I'm telling myself it's gonna be fine It's beaten better people than me I'm losing my days, I'm losing my nights It's part of the aging process I'm losing my left, I'm losing my right My memory strains to hold this I'm losing my will, I'm losing my fight I'm pretty punched up but that's alright I'm telling myself it's gonna be fine It's beaten better people than me There's a car slamming into a wall